OUTLAWZ ALBUM lYRICS ---[2Pac]\nSearching for Black Jesus\nOh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean?\n(Black Jesus; you can be Christian\nBaptist, Jehovah Witness)\nStraight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt\n(Islamic, won\'t matter to me\nI\'m a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)\nYoung Kadafi in this bi**h, set it offni**a..\nWhat?\n\n[Kadafi]\nI do my shootin\'s on a knob, prayin to God for my squad\nStuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care\nThough times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards \nLike I\'m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin\nGot me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain\'t tryin to be trapped\nOn no block slangin no rocks like bean pies\nBrainstorm on the beginnin\nWonder how s**t like the Qu\'ran and the Bible was written\nWhat is religion?\nGods words all cursed like crack\nShai-tan\'s way of gettin us back\nOr just another one of my Black JesuS traps\n\n[Storm]\nWho\'s got the heart to stand beside me?\nI feel my enemies creepin up in silence\nDark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me\nCan\'t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus\nGive me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell\nCause I swear, they tryin to break my well\nI\'m on the edge lookin down at thisvolatile pit\nWill it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus\n\n[2Pac]\nAll hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail\nSome missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail\nIn times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops\nLike a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus, hahahahaha\nHe\'s like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus\n\n[Young Noble]\nOutlawz we got our own race, culture, religion\nRebellin against the system, commence to lynchin\nThe President ain\'t even listenin to the pain of the youth\nWe make music for eternity, forever the truth\nPolitical prisoner, the two choices that they givin usRide or die, for life they sentence usOh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother ShawnSoon as the sky get bright, it\'s just another stormBrothers gone, now labeled a statisticAin\'t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us niggletsHistory repeats itself, nuttin newIn school I knew, e\'rything I read wasn\'t trueBlack Jesus[2Pac]\nTo this click I\'m dedicated, criminal orientated\nAn Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded\nMade for terror, major league ni**az pray together\nBi**hes in they grave while my real ni**az play together\nWe die clutchin gla*ses, filled with liquor bomblastic\nCreamated, last wishes ni**a smoke my ashes\nHigh sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities\nI\'ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily\nCops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them\nI was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison\nWent to church but don\'t understand it, they underhanded\nGod gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous\nBlast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds\nWise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick\nWhich one of y\'all wanna feel the degrees?\nBi**hes freeze facin Black Jesus\n\n[2Pac]\nAll hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail\nSome missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail\nIn times of warwe need somebody raw, rally the troops\nLike a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus\n\n[Kastro]\nSome say, some day, some how, some way, we gon\' fail\nAnd it ain\'t hard to tell, we dwell in hell\nTrapped, black, scarred and barred\nSearching for truth, where it\'s hard to find GodI play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I\'m a lifer\nProceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes\nMy Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me\nWhere we, so used to hard times and casualties\nIndeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets\nAnd haven\'t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me\nAnd all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns\nBlazed out and numb, slaves to this slums\nThis ain\'t livin... Jesus\n\n[singers repeat in background 3X]\nWe believed in you\nEverything you do\nJust wanna let you know, how we feel\nBlack Jesus!\n\nSearchin for Black Jesus\nIt\'s hard, it\'s hard\nWeneed help out here\nSo we searchins for Black Jesus\nIt\'s like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through\nSomebody that understand our pain\nYou know maybe not too perfect, you know\nSomebody that hurt like we hurt\nSomebody that smoke like we smoke\nDrink like we drink\nThat understand where we coming from\nThat\'s who we pray to\nWe need help y\'all 10, big, cube, DEATH, DOG, DR, DRE, ice, mack, MAKAVELI, notorious, OUTLAWZ, PAC, redman, ROW, SHAKUR, short, SNOOP, too, TUPAC, WESTSIDE